006: You've Yet to Have Your Finest Hour [Visual]
B'Elanna hadn't dealt with her death and subsequent resurrection particularly well. In fact, she hadn't dealt with it at all. She'd simply buckled down and redoubled her efforts to find a way to get out of the city and, if possible, contact Voyager.
She wasn't afraid of death. (That was one life lesson that she had taken away from her time at the monastery. Besides, at different times in her life and for a variety of different reasons, she had actively sought it. Fear didn't come into it.) She was even grateful - for want of a better word - to have been brought back to the city. The problem was that none of it had happened on her terms. For all her determination and engineering expertise and fighting skills, B'Elanna had been essentially helpless during the zombie invasion.
Although she'd faced death without fear, but she'd also faced it thinking that she would never see the man she loved or the friends that had become her family again.
In a way, the mysterious radio message was just what B'Elanna needed. It distracted her from her work on the Delta Flyer and it gave her a mystery to solve.
Maybe the answer would shed some light on the city and their furry captors.
"Xenolinguistics isn't my strong point," she said, switching on the tablet and addressing anyone who would be interested in what she had to say, "So I haven't been able to translate the broadcast, but I can tell you something. Wherever the transmission was coming from, it wasn't coming from inside the city. It originated on the other side of the barrier."
It hadn't been easy to trace it with the limited resources available to her and the outdated radio that had broadcasted the message in the first place, but she'd managed it. With difficulty and with a few angry outbursts, she'd managed it.
For the first time in what felt like a long time, B'Elanna actually grinned.
She wasn't afraid of death. (That was one life lesson that she had taken away from her time at the monastery. Besides, at different times in her life and for a variety of different reasons, she had actively sought it. Fear didn't come into it.) She was even grateful - for want of a better word - to have been brought back to the city. The problem was that none of it had happened on her terms. For all her determination and engineering expertise and fighting skills, B'Elanna had been essentially helpless during the zombie invasion.
Although she'd faced death without fear, but she'd also faced it thinking that she would never see the man she loved or the friends that had become her family again.
In a way, the mysterious radio message was just what B'Elanna needed. It distracted her from her work on the Delta Flyer and it gave her a mystery to solve.
Maybe the answer would shed some light on the city and their furry captors.
"Xenolinguistics isn't my strong point," she said, switching on the tablet and addressing anyone who would be interested in what she had to say, "So I haven't been able to translate the broadcast, but I can tell you something. Wherever the transmission was coming from, it wasn't coming from inside the city. It originated on the other side of the barrier."
It hadn't been easy to trace it with the limited resources available to her and the outdated radio that had broadcasted the message in the first place, but she'd managed it. With difficulty and with a few angry outbursts, she'd managed it.
For the first time in what felt like a long time, B'Elanna actually grinned.